In the whispering leaves of the ancient oak,
Where emerald dreams and hopes evoke,
Lies a world painted in hues unseen,
A vibrant symphony, the color green.

Through meadows where the grasses sway,
The gentle breeze begins to play,
With every blade a story told,
Of life’s embrace in shades of bold.

Beneath the canopy of forest grand,
Where light and shadow weave their strand,
The mossy floor, a soft embrace,
Holds secrets of this verdant space.

From mountain peaks to valleys low,
The color green continues to flow,
A timeless dance, a song serene,
In every heart, the pulse of green.